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You glare up at the sky.
"I didn't wound you out of hatred,
But I don't have wings,
And the sky is so high..."
..."Go ahead and use my wings, spider.
But even you, who is yet to know the hardships of flying, will someday realize that you were only flying within someone's hand,
And that you were calling that freedom..."--Hide with Spread Beaver "Pink Spider
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